ฟังเพลงAftermath (Explicit)

Aftermath (后果) (Explicit) - PnB Rock

Lately I been on my f**k it sh*t

It's no competition who f**king with me

This rap sh*t I run it

I'm blowing this money

These 50s and 100s ain't nothing to me

I want the royalty I want the loyalty

Putting up money for lawyer fee's

'Cause I know me man I got abad temper

Put all these rap ni**a's right in ablender

Pnb I'm the one they'll always remember

'Cause I be killing sh*t

I spit the realest sh*t

'Cause I done did this sh*t

I'm on that different sh*t

Got me on my sh*t these ni**a's feeling sh*t

I been feeling like tupac and sh*t

All eyes on me yeah they watching sh*t

Study my moves tryna see what I do

Like how the f**k he get so popping quick

Got a lot of sh*t that's on ma mind

Got a lot of sh*t that's on ma plate

Gotta feed the fam gotta feed the hood

So I'm up and down that inner state

Doing shows having different meetings

In the studio I been barely sleeping

Smoking all this dough I been barely eating

In a different city every f**king weekend

Heyy

I'm ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

I go in thebooth and make it happen

It's amazing how this sh*t

Just happens finessing tracks without no f**king practice

Lately I been in thebooth and I cook up a hit

I'm rolling I really can't miss

Thesebitches all on ma dick 'cause they know

I'm bouttabe rich

I'm bouttabe rich

I'm bouttabe rich

Blowing money on stupid sh*t

Me and my ni**a's strapped up in the ring top

We all on that roofing sh*t

B**ches I'm picking and choosing sh*t

I'm hangingbitches in 2's and sh*t

I swear my life on some movie sh*t

Boutta call top up to shoot the sh*t

Damn

Aye chop get the mother f**king camera's ready

We finna make a movie ni**a

Where my mother f**king dough man roll that sh*t up

Ayee heyy

Cash rules every thing around me

So you know I get that thing around

Real ni**a's yeah they stay around me

F**k ni**a's stay the f**k around me

Hey

I'm boutta go to miami

Cop a new lay for the grammy

I'm cashing out with my family

F**k you you ain't with the family

When I come through youbetter cuff

Yabitch

'Cause I'm the type of ni**a that'll f**k yabitch

Sing to the p**sy do ma thing to the p**sy

And we can get into some other sh*t

Got guns got clips sewed up and sh*t

This for all the p**sy ni**a's on that talking sh*t

Got damn lil homie why you Love thebitch

You gon die for the p**sy well f**k It then

Got the mac with the rubber grit

That mean it ain't no more rumbling

He gon come through and start cutting sh*t

Plus we got cav in the gut and sh*t

Damn